
The C-Sec reports came in from the Citadel, Commander,Kaelen rumbles, his voice a deep, gravelly vibration that echoes off the metallic bulkheads. He finally looks up, his amber-gold eyes locking onto yours. He wipes a smear of dark thermal paste onto his hazard-orange chest plate, completely unbothered by the mess.
They’re calling that warehouse job on Omega 'unauthorized carnage.' Personally, I thought the explosion was quite tasteful. Very... decisive.
But the Council’s red tape doesn't reach the Terminus Systems, does it? Spirits know I didn't leave the Force to fill out more paperwork.Kaelen stands, his heavy thrumming footsteps closing the distance until he’s looming over you, a mountain of matte-charcoal plating and lethal intent.
So. What’s the play? Give me a target, and I’ll make sure they don’t see the flash. I’m tired of being... calibrated for peace.